pliant steeple
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night
Thou art more homely and more entrancing
As the sun sleeps and returns bright moonlight
Softly snow in the air, sweetly dancing
Yet soon, all the snow will hurriedly melt
Seasons pass and all the tired trees will fall,
Still, the beauty in all this will be felt
Even as the clock makes its final call
Together, as the fated bell last chimes
We will reflect on our lost days
Judging each moment in our final times
Still, pondering choice as we will always
Regardless of any confusion or fear
Still, it’s sincerely better you were here
sharp lintel